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***Ocean***
Goodbye again. Say there is a little song in my head and because of it I can't sleep or change my mind about the future. Now the song runs all the way down to the beach where I sit as if the sky were my room now. No one, not even you, can hear me singing. Not even me. As if the music rose from the mouth of the ocean. No mouth. Like rain before it reaches us. Like wind twirling dresses on the clothesline. Who has no one has the history of the ocean. Lord, give me two more days. So that the last moments may be with someone.
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